 Eugene: It's not often we get actual unedited photographic evidence of something unnatural. This post and photo was shared in our Facebook Group. Read the confessions below and let me know your thoughts in the comments below. Confession by Anon This photo was taken by my husband when he wanted to sell the bicycle away cuz it was underused. Photo taken at 5.47pm a couple of months ago. He did not even realised anything until later that night, I was scrolling through the photos then I asked him jokingly who was helping him to hold the bike cause I seriously thought one of my kids was helping him. He said he was alone. I didn't believe him and I called my kids and all 3 of them said "Daddy was alone in the hall"! He then said to me, look at the bicycle itself, no one is there! He then said while taking the photo, 3 times, he straightened the handle and it kept turning back. He didn't think much about it until he saw what I saw in the photo. He didn't think much about it until he saw what I saw in the photo. He took a few photos but only this one had an extra "image". My hubby, I forgot to mention that he can see "things" too. Then he told me few nights ago before that, while I was sleeping, he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a black female figure staring very closely at my face while I was sleeping. He recited some prayers and it went away. Later that same night of the photo, I was awaken by his sleep talks(he sometimes talks in his sleep which is normal to me). He said very loudly "Don't disturb her(referring to me)! U think I'm scared of u?? Then he laughed eerily. I was so damn scared that I refused to open my eyes. I just keep them shut and started to recite my prayers. Then he laughed eerily. I was so damn scared that I refused to open my eyes. Not sure if the black female figure that he saw few nights before is related to this photo or anything and also not sure why all of this happened. Just to share also that we are practising Muslims and prayers are carried out daily in the house. Our conclusion, the female figure "wants" my hubby and is "jealous" of me that's why "targetting" me or the figure at the bicycle is "attached" to the bicycle(we bought the bicycle from a carousell owner but the bicycle is totally brand new). Would love know what you guys think? FYI, Photo not edited at all and we have already moved out of the house(not for this reason) so that's why I dare to share now.  From the close up photo (brightness increased for clarity), it seems that there's a black Reaper-like character standing with two hands placed on the handle bar of the bike. Confessions by Hoseibo Incident One This was many years ago, we were preparing for our brigade exercise. My dept was the one that plans till very late during exercise prep. This night we prepped our stuff till about 3am. We finally completed what we wanted to do for the day and we called it a night. Me and my department colleagues all went back to our bunks to sleep. I decided to go shower before I sleep and my bunk was at 4th level and my colleagues 3rd level. As I walked into the toilet, I could hear the shower running at the last cubicle from the door. I did not really notice if the door was closed or open but the shower was on. I went to the other end cubicle facing the main door. I thought well dunno who else showering at this time. After showering, I came out of the cubicle. As usual, the kaypoh me walked to the end of the toilet to look at the cubicle where the shower was on just now, I saw the door was open and the floor was DRY! I don’t know if I was hallucinating it all as we just finished a tiring planning/ prep and it was already 3 plus am and being sleep deprived. I wasn’t thinking of any supernatural stuff prior to showering as well although my camp was famous for supernatural stuff. I buat bodoh and just walked back to my bunk, change into my sleep clothes and went to bed…. my camp was famous for supernatural stuff. Incident Two This happened to one of my company’s men, (not my direct ) My camp was built on reclaimed land (in Bedok), with a large wooded area just outside the fence, bordering a canal. The wooded area is govt land so we did some training there one night for night walk. One of my coy’s men, K, from a different platoon started screaming and crying hysterically and was pulled out of the night walk immediately by a couple of commanders. After he calmed down and my commanders asked him what happened he said he saw Japanese soldier beheading people in the wooded area. ( the place was reclaimed land so it was the beach prior , which explains) Fortunately K came out of the incident largely undamaged as some people who saw such horrific stuff usually don’t recover well. One of my coy’s men, K, from a different platoon started screaming and crying hysterically and was pulled out of the night walk immediately by a couple of commanders. The worst experiences was when you are the platoon Sgt or CSM who is supposed to count strength and be the last man during movement, especially when moving in vegetation. Single file most of the time.
Many a times when I’m walking behind and occasionally turn back to check I get the vibes on and off. Just have to shrug it off and not think about it and carry on. Confessions by JD About 10 years ago, during my National Service BMT, I sustained an injury and was taken out of course (OOC). There were two of us, C and myself, in the same situation. During the BMT outfield exercise at Tekong, we were placed under HQ as they were lacking manpower. They only had one new ASA, K, who handled admin work, along with a couple of previously OOC guys. The outfield HQ was in a camp called San Yong Kong (SYK), a secluded area in the forest about a 30-minute drive from the ferry terminal. The moment we reached SYK, it felt creepy. The camp had an eerie atmosphere, with multiple empty bunks and a large sheltered area in the middle of nowhere. It was rundown, and there was no electricity. A portable generator had to be used sparingly due to limited fuel, so it was pitch dark most of the time at night. Even with electricity, lights were only installed in the large sheltered area. The HQ area was in the big shelter. C and I went to recon around the empty bunks to set up our sleeping area. As we were still considered recruits, we were told by the “lao jiao” service support guys not to sleep in the HQ area as it was reserved for them. K decided to join us. The bunks were single-floor and run-down, with barn-like doors without any built-in locks. A chain had to be used if the doors were to be locked. The first bunk was messy and dirty, with jungle beds all around. K suggested moving to the next one, as there was too much to clean, and being next to the HQ would be noisy at night with the HQ just being beside. The next bunk was different. Its doors were tied together with wire, as if someone was warning us not to enter. But being dumb NS boys, we didn’t think much of it. We untied the wire and stepped in. The moment we entered, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Something felt off. There were three neat piles of leaves in the middle of the bunk, about 2 meters apart. I thought it was weird but didn’t pay much attention. Its doors were tied together with wire, as if someone was warning us not to enter. Since the doors of this bunk were closed, it was relatively cleaner apart from the piles of leaves. We decided to set up our jungle beds here, kicking the leaves into one corner. In hindsight, maybe we shouldn’t have done that. We carried on with our duties during the day. When night fell, the camp became even more eerie. As there were no lights, we had to use our torchlights to move around. The darkness was so intense we could barely see each other. To kill time, as the enciks and sergeants were not back yet, we were sitting around together with a lamp in the middle, just talking cock. Suddenly, C said he apparently had the gift of the third eye and had been seeing a lady in white around the camp, watching us. We were like, “Don’t talk cock la, suddenly say you got third eye.” K said, “Don’t say this kind of thing here leh.” From then on, he started sharing his ghostly experiences, which I can’t remember anymore. We all felt that he was just kidding and trying to act cool and different. When the enciks came back to HQ around 9-10 pm. We returned to the bunk to sleep, as we had to wake up at 4 am to set off to collect hot rations for the enciks. The earlier part of the night was fine, and I fell asleep almost immediately. But around 1-3 am (I guess), I suddenly woke up as it got really cold. When I was awake, still with my eyes closed, I sensed something beside me. You know the feeling when someone puts their hand near your face when your eyes are closed? It felt like that. Shivers ran down my spine. I was like, “Fuck! Don’t open your eyes. Just sleep! Just sleep!” It felt like an eternity, but I was eventually able to fall back asleep. In the morning, I asked C, who was sleeping beside me, whether he woke up in the middle of the night and stood near me or sat by his bed. He was like, “No? Why? Did you feel something?” I told him what happened. He said, “Told you right.” “What did you see?” he asked. I was like, “Bro, I didn’t want to see anything. I kept my eyes closed the whole time.” We decided not to tell the rest about what happened and came up with an excuse to move into the other bunk where the drivers were stationed instead. For the next three nights, I braced myself to sleep, but fortunately, nothing else happened.  Interestingly, found out that Sanyongkong camp was named after one of the nearby kampongs in Tekong.
Confession by Hoseibo This story of mine was during army training in a jungle in a certain neighbouring country. Certain taboos are present whenever we go to nature, like mountain climbing etc. there should be no swearing of cuss words, pointing out weird things along our path in the jungle, anyhow spitting or peeing in the jungles. We were doing navigation in the jungle. I was the navigator. I’m confident in my navigation skills to bring us up the ridge of the knoll but during this navigation, I started from the start line up the trail towards the ridge line. As we went up to the ridge line, I discovered that I could not find the spot. We backtracked a few times back to the last known location and resumed navigation but could not find the ridge line. After discussing with my group, another person took over the navigation portion. We went back down to the last location and he navigated. We went back the same route I led them and then lo and behold, we got to the top of the ridge line we are supposed to go. I’m definitely befuddled why I couldn't find the way previously when my colleague took the same route as me had found the way. I did not ask him what he did but as I mentioned about taboos, I might have inadvertently spit or peed somewhere I should not have thus been unable to find the way up. I believe it could either be some things in the jungle that covered my eyes to the path such that I could not find the path. My colleague that brought us out was Malay and I suspect he knew why we could not get out and thus took over to navigate out that “obstacle”. So bottom line, respect the jungles and don’t do stuff that might be offensive or disrespectful. So bottom line, respect the jungles and don’t do stuff that might be offensive or disrespectful. Confession by Thomas Wang My wife passed away 13 years ago. Two weeks before her passing, she had fainted for no apparent reason. My auntie used medical oil to rub her forehead, calling out to her to wake up: “Ah mei, wake up, don’t sleep already!” I just stood there calling out for her as well, feeling totally helpless. After 30mins, she woke up and said she saw an old Ah Ma calling out to her, “come, come, come”. The place was very dark with a light at the far end. Luckily she heard our voices and decided to turn around. That was when she woke up. Sadly though, two weeks later, she passed away in the hospital. My late wife could see lots of things like ghosts and Gods. There was one night, I remember, she was talking quite loudly and it woke me up. There was only me and her in the room, so who was she having a conversation with? She said it was nothing and told me to go back to sleep. It was only in the following morning that she confessed to me, she was talking to dead sister who had passed away 3 years earlier. Her late father and grandfather also came by to visit. My late wife could see lots of I asked her how did they come in? She said from the window, not from the front door. I then asked what they were chatting about? She kept quiet and didn’t answer any further questions. My late wife's ability to see things was from when she was young. She studied Buddhism to protect herself, I think, or to find meaning in her visions. I still remember the first time I found out she could see “things”. It was in the middle of the night, she went to the toilet but came back to the room screaming and hiding from 'something'. When I asked what it was, she said she saw a headless ghost looking for its head on the sofa. I went out to check and of course, I couldn’t see anything. "When I asked what it was, she said she saw a headless ghost looking for its head on the sofa." When I asked what it was, she Besides seeing ghosts, she was also able to predict things before they happened, but sadly she passed away at the age of 26. I feel that by sharing her story for others to read, it might be helpful to those who are going through similar experiences, and in some ways, it keeps the memory I have of my wife alive. This happened in the early 2010s, I can't remember which year exactly but that's the rough timeline ‘cause I was around 15-17 years old when this happened. I was out at MacRitchie Reservoir with my parents and my oldest sister. Long story short, we went for a hike along the MacRitchie Nature Trail, and we'd intended to go to the treetop walk later that afternoon. We started after lunch at about 2pm. As we were hiking along the trail, my mom started feeling uneasy. It was as though there was something, not just watching us, but following us.
This happened in the early 2010s, I can't remember which year exactly but that's the rough timeline ‘cause I was around 15-17 years old when this happened. I was out at MacRitchie Reservoir with my parents and my oldest sister. Long story short, we went for a hike along the MacRitchie Nature Trail, and we'd intended to go to the treetop walk later that afternoon. We started after lunch at about 2pm. As we were hiking along the trail, my mom started feeling uneasy. It was as though there was something, not just watching us, but following us. Throughout the hike, she kept her head and vision low or to the ground, using my sister's or my back as a guide. Soon the trail got narrower, and we had no choice but to walk in a single file. I was leading at the front, followed by my sister and my mom, and my father was at the back. My mom occasionally switched with my sister because of how my dad was frustrating her. Allow me to remind everyone, this was the time before we started relying on Google maps to show us how far we are. So we only knew where we were at the signages showing where we are, or at the huts for resting. The time now was around 4pm, and I, myself, started to feel this dark vibe that my mom was feeling too. So naturally our pace picked up because we knew we didn't have enough time to make it to the treetop walk, but whatever it was, we wanted to get the hell out of there while the sun was still up. This is the part I still remember to this day.
About Terap Hut
Terap Hut is geographically located at latitude 1° 21' 15" North of the Equator and longitude 103° 49' 5" East of the Prime Meridian on the Map of Singapore. A small hut for hikers to rest.!!! It is by Macritchie Trail, near Terentang Trail, near Island Club Road, near Windsor Park Road, near Sime Track. The following locations related to it are represented by the nearest distances two points and may not be nearest by road. If what you want is a meaningful relationship with wise, positively-oriented guides not in physical embodiment, it is possible for everyone. These benevolent beings are all around and extending help to humans. They do so when it does not violate universal laws. This means it must not interfere with the person's karma, nor what imposes upon the human’s will. That is, they respect individual’s free will. So you need to do your part to attract them. But people are unaware of their involvement due to disbelief and also, the lack of supernatural elements generally assumed to accompany help from such sources. The truth is most of the help we receive do not show up in extravagant forms but in subtle ways, such as through advice from another person, a mental suggestion… providing gentle nudges towards a certain direction. Nothing alarming but could be missed. So, be here now. Think of it, the best advice falls on deaf ears. If a person is not ready for your help, it is pointless to offer more than minimal. Fortunately, earth's inhabitants are rising in consciousness and getting more receptive to spiritual aid. Thus there are more of these positive beings now than in the past. The desire for communicating with them is a form of silent invitation to these beings to take a more active role in guiding. If unsure, call for them out loud. Still you want to ensure you are getting the right form of guidance and establish a channel of ongoing communication. How? Think of it like radio frequencies. We know many stations are broadcasting at the same time but to listen in, we must tune the radio to the same frequency band as the channel we want to receive. Therefore tune yourself to the same frequency band as the form of guidance you desire. The following ways will help. Be Clear About Your Need For A Guide In essence your guide is like a mentor who can offer guidance to whom desires to develop in the same field due to being more advanced. Rather than you stumbling in the dark, the mentor identify pitfalls and opportunities, so you can arrive at your goal in at a faster pace. A spiritual guide offers mentorship in the field of life, which covers all aspects ie. self-development through relationships, career, and more. If your quest is to become a better, more evolved human, then your chosen field will be similar to that of the guide, who will be drawn towards you. Set this as your intention. If you desire the highest form of guidance, make feeling Love of All as the ultimate state you want to reach. Commitment To Personal Development Guides have one goal, ie. help with the evolution of planetary inhabitants. Commitment to be a better person will drawn them to you. Cultivate your character, live according to higher principles, be true to yourself, kind to every life form. Keep practising to be all of these. Slip ups don't matter. What matters is you keep trying. This is the fundamental step to ensure higher guidance is drawn to you and maintained. Don't worry about trying to help/change other people as yet. Focus on helping/changing yourself. Your positive growth will rub off on others, which helps them as well. Without self-cultivation, what you assume is helping another, may just cause more harm. Be patient, the time will come when your guide will suggest on ways that you can offer actual aid to others. Release False Concepts Spirit guides do not care about your spiritual or religious affiliations. A Buddhist or Christian makes you no more worthy of guidance than an atheist. Besides many of those who proclaim to be devout are incongruent in actions. Ditch the superficiality, behave as you would when there are onlookers as you would when alone. Spirit guides do not care about how successful you are in the social/material sense, whether you uphold your moral codes (which are in fact, culturally imposed) and can lead to self-righteousness, whether you use drugs, commit crimes or perpetually fail at life. From a higher perspective, all lives are worthy and each person's life path is meaningful and has value. The irony is that the latter groups are often wrapped in deep shame, which blocks their access to meaningful guidance. It’s the quality of your heart that opens up to the type of guidance your receive. Evil begets evil. Good draws good. Shed Limitations. Be Willing To Receive and Open To Experiences Even when people ask for help, they may still be unable to receive as they place limits on the form that help takes on. Help can come in many guises. What you want may not be the best for you or the best right now. What you need may come through the most inconceivable way. Be open to everything, everyone. Discard prejudices regarding what are good or bad events. Instead take every experience as a learning opportunity, start by practising identifying the good in what you usually consider as a bad event. I find the seeds of positive transformation are always found in ‘bad’ situations. Remember not all chaos is bad, not all order is good. When order is corrupted, chaos is necessary to disrupt it for a new order in the future. This develops courage and willpower, which raises your frequency to draw in spirit guides and protectors. I realised that in difficult times, guidance is more pronounced. Strive towards a state of balance The above methods should reduce your emotional excitations and lead you towards a state of emotional balance. The problem with extremes in emotions, whether very happy or sad is that there is increased perturbation of the electromagnetic waves of the body. This agitation upon your electromagnetic field, creates disharmony and blocks out the subtle, finely tuned frequencies of positive guidance. This is why meditation is recommended. It is a good tool to clear out the mental ‘junk’ that affects your emotional state. Don't worry about keeping a strict, regulated practise. What's important is you want to enjoy it, so do it when you feel like it, for as short/long as it makes you feel good. When not meditating, try to keep in that state of mindfulness as well, such that it becomes a constant practise. When you feel down, a good method to raise your frequencies is to focus on what gives you joy. For eg. look at your child and think of the outpouring of love you have for them, or the beauty you've always found in flowers, or the sea… This is the object of appreciation is an individual preference. The point is to feel uplifting emotions, and keep it going. Stay Aware Of Contact As you do the above, you will become increasingly aware. At any stage you may notice signs of contact from guides. Guides will choose methods that are meaningful to you and their attempts will never cause you to feel fearful. You should in fact feel a sense of light-heartedness during these events. Formulating Questions You can ask them questions now and be more certain you will be answered by a positive guide. Without the above preparations, you risk attracting lower spirit entities which is what you do not want (I presume). How to ask? Start by clearing your mind and releasing your desire for a specific outcome, mentally keep your attention on a benevolent entity like Jesus, depending on your inclination. You can verbally request for him or those of “the highest good" to come to you and answer. This sets the intent to draw in the right source. Now, formulate your query. Don’t put too much specifics in your question as this limits the information coming through. (Refer to my point above regarding ‘Be Willing To Receive’) You can choose to get answers in many ways — inner knowing, outer signs. A divination tool is very helpful. You can use bible or other holy items. I-Ching is a favourite of mine. Technology has made it very easy for us, with apps available nowadays releasing us of the hassle of acquiring the materials to perform a divination. I recommend the Visionary I-Ching App. It was, in fact, my guide who led me to it. Different methods allow for different types of responses. Guidance can come through dreams which you should familiarise yourself with interpreting. Guidance can also show up through synchronistic events. This is good for times when you are requited to take an action on something, and want to know if it is the right time for it. Explore ways of communication with your guides. There is no one best way. Question the source of your guidance Never blindly leave your fate to anyone. It is your right to ensure your wellbeing. Therefore always assess the ‘purity’ of what you receive. A positive guide will never shun you because you question and in fact support you in that. Basically your guide is a wise, benevolent and high-minded being, thus the guidance he gives should reveal such. Egoistic demands, coercions, doomsday messages, and information that infringes upon the privacy of other people are not signs of a positive guide. These may not be immediately apparent or obvious. Don't worry, your ability to make accurate judgments will get better when you practise all of what I wrote above. As you become more in tune with your guide, the interactions takes on more life. My guide has informed me of exactly who (as in human) to seek help from for what I need. He provides me encouraging messages in times of despair, and other times gives me assurance and comfort without my attempt at a contact. He also chides me when I make self-centered decisions. At times when I ask for guidance on a matter, my guide will attempt to draw my attention to something else more imminent. I have been helped out of potentially dangerous situations many times. During each crises, my guide leads me step by step to navigate out of it. The bonds with your guide can be likened to that of a closest friend. We are drawn to those of like minds and aligned goals. Mutual respect, is the fertiliser for deepening bonds. In time you can experience a very fulfilling relationship with your guide. Contributed by Lynn Chen. Confession by Eunice
When we moved to the rented house, (I think I spent the best time of my childhood in that house) there was a Datuk shrine in the garden. My grandmother started worshiping it & did all the rituals on thursday as an act of respect. She did it out of love for my dad. People told her that Datuk can help with finances. One day, my eldest sister brought her boss over. This is the sister that I am extremely close to & she is many years my senior. She was working as a part time model then. Her boss saw the Datuk shrine and told my sister it is not a Datuk that’s living in the shrine now. It is something very sinister. That thing cannot come into our house because our ancestors are protecting it. My sister after hearing this, of course panicked, but the boss said not to worry he will try to help to clear. He chose a date and told us to leave the place that day and not to return for a few hours. When we returned, we saw the remains of burnt offerings. He told us the real Datuk left when the previous owners shifted. Something else took residence in the shrine because it needed a home. I remember feeling scared when walking past the shrine but dismissed it as I was still a 5 yr old kid. So my instincts were actually quite (zhun), accurate. Since then, I am very careful of all these shrines. If the feeling is not good, I will leave immediately. But that house had another incident. In the garden, there was a mango tree shoot, and it was growing right in front of the Datuk shrine. After the removal of the shrine, there was more space for my grandma to grow her vegetables & plants. My grandma & my mom have what we call ‘green thumb’. Whatever they plant, will shoot up like crazy. Mom has her orchids & my grandma has her edibles. So grandma plants vegetables & has a curry leaf tree that is so fragrant that neighbors all would come over for leaves. Now this mango tree grew under the care of my grandma. The puny little tree started sprouting branches all over. But never flowers and fruit. So one day, grandma took out a meat cleaver, stood in front of the tree and told the tree, "Oi, if you don't start fruiting, I will chop you off next week". Then pretended to slash it. Wah lau, the next week, the tree started to flower & fruit like crazy. Mind you, these are not normal mangoes. They look like chinese peaches & will turn pink on the sides that got sunned. The aroma is extremely enticing. Even when eaten raw, it is not sour. Sadly, we had to leave that tree behind when we moved house. The last time I came by too look at the garden, the tree had been cleared by the new owner. Location: Chartwell.
My family and I love the area around Serangoon Gardens. Our first home was a HDB apartment along Yio Chu Kang, then we shifted to a condo nearby and eventually to a house in Chartwell. This is my parents' dream home. They had worked hard their entire life to provide the best for my two sisters and I, and this is their retirement nest. One second sister is married and doesn't live with us. My youngest sister is studying in the UK and comes back only once a year during CNY. I’m the eldest in the family and also the one responsible for taking care of family matters and the business. So in part, I’m guilty of choosing this place. When we first viewed the place, we immediately fell in love with it. The previous owner had taken good care of the house and we felt renovation wise would not cost too much. The location was splendid. We didn’t check on the background or asked questions - not the kind that mattered, supernaturally speaking. People don’t normally ask questions like “Is the place haunted?”. My parents took the second level because it’s easier for them to go up and down the stairs. I’ve got the top most level which is also the largest with a sloping roof. My room is constantly cold, even though logically speaking, the uppermost level should be the warmest. Another thing I noticed was a very strong scent of koyak. You know, the ointment patch you use for muscle pull or aches? A strong medicated smell. It came and went. I tried to look for the source but couldn’t pin it down to any location. The thing is, the scent moves about but only around the third level. Some other odd occurrences were minor poltergeist activities - Spotify changing channel, pen rolling off bed, lights going on and off on their own. Nothing life threatening. Once, the letter “R” was written on the fogged up mirror. My bathroom door was locked and no one else was in it other than me. That, I totally can’t explain. It was clear, not faded lettering, as if somebody had written it with a finger. But who the hell did that finger belong to? But all things considered, these were minor spooks. I learned to live with them. If I’m in my room it’s mainly for gaming and sleeping. My helpers weren't so lucky. In the period of 10 months, we had a change of maid twice. Both would rather leave and accept penalties. It was only after we got our third maid that we finally had answers. The new maid had the third eye. Probably more. She could communicate with the spirit. First day she came, she actually asked about my grandfather and if he needed anything, because she saw him standing on the third floor in a parapet just staring at her grumpily. She went “ah” when I told her that I am the only one staying up there. One day I saw her talking to herself on the staircase landing between the two floors. Initially I assumed she was on a phone call and was on her ear piece. But just as I was about to walk past her; she held me back and said, “Wait”. I just waited. Again, thinking nothing more. Maybe she wanted to let the floor dry or to clear stuff. Then I saw it for myself, the family photograph toppled forward and off the table. “Do you believe in ghosts, sir?” She asked me. That caught me by surprise. “Yeah I suppose so”. “Because your room got ghost, sir” she said. From her I found out that the ghost was called Ronnie and he had been the first owner of this home. He loved this place and had planted the tree in the front yard. She provided a lot more answers. Later on when I investigated and verified, they all turned out to be true. But more importantly right now I needed to know what to do with this ghost in my room. She said that Ronnie was waiting for his family to come back. And he didn't want us here nor me in his room. Very noisy. I told her to tell him that there’s nothing I can do. This is our house now. His family, I assumed the previous owners were his children, had already sold the place to us. Then, according to my helper, Ronnie started crying. She looked at me. I shrugged at her. “Can he stay here?” “No!” “He got no place to go.” “Not my problem.” “He just wants his family” Sigh. So through the agent who sold us the place, we managed to get in touch with the previous owners and told them what I knew about Ronnie. Apparently some of the things I knew were intimate details that only a family member would know. Like Ronnie’s cause of death, or the pencil lead scar in his granddaughter’s thigh from a pencil accident. Eventually they came over one day with a priest in tow to conduct a ritual and reunite Ronnie and his family. I picked a day my own family weren’t around for this. I had no desire to explain to them any of this or that their dream home was once haunted. Confession by Dean Zee Sya-Riff
I too had a very scary experience with Bangkok. The story goes like this: I had a friend who just went to Bangkok and came back walking in a weird way. He told me he had gotten his groin swollen during the trip to Bangkok. He said the pain was supernatural. I asked him what happened and regretted my actions because whatever happened to him got transferred to me. He asked me what's the capital of Thailand. I replied: Bangkok. Suddenly, I felt tremendous pain in my crotch area and passed out. We are no longer on talking terms by the way. |
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